Just a Little Particular
When I was a kid, I was a little choosy about what I would eat. So, I was called picky. And I never really liked it. So, when Max displays strong preferences about food, I like to remind his father (and others) that he's just particular. The other night at dinner, I pointed out again that he was just "particular" and then Max said, "Yeah, I'm particular. That means I'm difficult!"
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